In my Dreams

Twice in the last two weeks, I dreamt of you. We've been doing something relatively mundane, like assembling a piece of furniture, when suddenly, you turn to me. "I want you back," you say, tone and body language serious, though you'd been laughing only moments before. "I need you back."

In the dream, I don't remember replying. I don't remember much after that point. I do remember waking up and wondering if there's some kind of stupid psychic connection and that maybe you do want me again. But then I remember that I don't believe in that kind of crap.

It still hurts. It always will. An open wound, forever bleeding and unable to heal. I watched the emotions get shut away. I saw the doors closing. The feelings are still there, just buried and inaccessible. It's not fair, to either of us.